Way back in '96, when I was still but a wee bitty, I saw a show called Crocodile Hunter for the first time. I can't exactly remember the moment, since I was only three, but my mother tells me I was enraptured from the first. Crocodile Hunter became my favourite show, and I watched it religiously from that day straight through until the very last episode in 2004. I was obsessed.
I'd always liked animals, but Steve and Terri instilled in me a fire, a blistering inferno of passionate dedication to the welfare of all animals, domesticated and wild, meek and ferocious, big and small. To this day, I credit Steve for making me who I am today: a tempest of an animal advocate, building the road toward a career in veterinary care and fighting all the way.
I miss you, Steve. Though I never had the chance to meet you face-to-face, you were my dear friend. Your light shines on in Bindi and Robert, and your legacy will never die.
Happy birthday.
I'd always liked animals, but Steve and Terri instilled in me a fire, a blistering inferno of passionate dedication to the welfare of all animals, domesticated and wild, meek and ferocious, big and small. To this day, I credit Steve for making me who I am today: a tempest of an animal advocate, building the road toward a career in veterinary care and fighting all the way.
I miss you, Steve. Though I never had the chance to meet you face-to-face, you were my dear friend. Your light shines on in Bindi and Robert, and your legacy will never die.
Happy birthday.
